"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."
-Aristotle****
It had been Louis' idea to bring in one of us as a supposed witness to the police. And we all liked this idea. Nobody alive knew what we looked like, so it was no problem.
Especially since we had returned to our alibi lives since the bank robbery, we felt safe. We couldn't draw attention to ourselves, though, and the way Niall had told it, this CIA agent must have noticed something. No idea who she is, but we'll find out soon enough. She can't be that important.
But it would be too suspicious to just kill her. That would draw attention and we'd be screwed. I really don't feel like going to jail after only a few days of my long hoped freedom.
Liam has been arrested before and it's hard to lead a normal life with a criminal record. I bought his freedom at the end of the day. And I bribed the judges to get his record expunged. None of us can be registered with the authorities in any way, that can be dangerous. That's why it was important to delete his fingerprints from the database.
It's not easy to lead a double life. During the day we are normal citizens, but as soon as the time is ripe we become what we really are.
Criminals.
It's funny to say that, because in my opinion we are anything but criminals. We do what we like and make an incredible amount of money doing it. What's wrong with that?
Since Niall returned he can't stop fucking talking. It's so annoying. Niall swears he's never seen two agents as hot as them and he seriously asked if he could let them arrest him. Of course I said no. Maybe sending Niall was a mistake. But I couldn't do it myself because otherwise my family would be in the spotlight. A Styles testifying at a bank robbery doesn't bode well.
The agents were apparently playing good cop bad cop. I have to admit that I would have liked to have seen that. I also liked that one of them lost control and hit Niall. Someone who loses control quickly is easier to break. We can work with that.
At the moment I was at one of my homes in the middle of London. I had met the boys earlier in a bar a little bit away from the city. There Niall had then told everything. The bar is a safe place because cops don't dare go in. Almost no one did, because it's known for gangs meeting there.
So it was no wonder that I liked this place. Especially because there was a certain area hidden in the back where strippers danced.
Sometimes there are also shootings in the bar or in the front of it. People can die in the process. So everyone who is not condemned to be there for a certain reason stayed away.
Drugs and alcohol abound, so I'm lucky to be high and drunk to night. Otherwise, I would be pretty pissed.It is now 3 o'clock in the morning.
No idea why the time passes so slowly on the one hand and yet quickly on the other.
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